Despite making it a point to wear his shoulder-holster, Darren had no intention of using his gun. If August knew he planned to use his knife on Oliver, she probably wouldn’t have agreed to join him. Just because she was well-trained for hand-to-hand combat did not mean she would choose the option, if she were in the situation to make a choice.
She grabbed his arm, stopping him from pushing open the door. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going in.”
“Your gun?”
Darren shook his head.
“You want a fight?” she asked, her eyes wide. “They’re waiting for you downstairs.”
“I know.”
“Aden’s not going to leave until you show up.”
Darren arched his brow. “Are you worried about Aden’s safety?”
“I’m not going through all this just so you can get yourself killed. Or anybody else.”
“I’m touched. Now,
